This is a song about "Rob jones"

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Yeah you know i got that work

I'm running out of time

Rob you on the street with the nine

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,